Then again, there is some beautiful country up the Mersey and across to Birkenhead." The visitor was grateful for these offers.
That evening Chester addressed some post-cards to his few friends in Chicago, one to Hugh Elston, one to Elder Malby in London, and one to Lucy May Strong, Kildare Villa, Cork, Ireland.

He lingered somewhat over this latter, lost somewhat in wonder at recent events.

Was not this ocean trip and the Irish experience a dream?
The noise and smoke about him were surely that of Chicago, and he was sitting in his room there in his normal condition of homelessness and friendlessness?
Had he not that day been out with an elder from the Chicago Church office to Lincoln Park and the lakeside?
Surely Lucy and the minister, and Kildare Villa and Blarney were figments of a pleasant dream! Chester walked back and forth in the small room.

He stopped before a dingy map of Great Britain on the wall.

His finger touched Ireland, moved southward, and stopped at Cork.